Chapter 5: Who’s Rosa?
Poppy stared at the photo until her eyes burned. The woman—Rosa—smiled at the camera with the kind of carefree joy […]
Poppy stared at the photo until her eyes burned. The woman—Rosa—smiled at the camera with the kind of carefree joy […]
By morning, Poppy Knight was famous. Not in the good way. She woke to the sound of her phone buzzing
The Presidential Suite was obscenely beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, now painted in shades of orange and pink as
The stairs were a nightmare in heels and a ball gown. Poppy nearly face-planted twice before she kicked off her
The altar smelled like roses. White roses, to be exact—hundreds of them, cascading down marble pillars in the kind of
He said “I do”… to someone who wasn’t me. Poppy thought her wedding day would be perfect—until her groom whispered
One year after the public wedding, Paige woke to find Vincent already up, standing on the porch with coffee, watching
Six months passed like a dream. Six months of peace so profound it felt surreal. No trials. No threats. No
They had three weeks of perfect peace. Three weeks of waking up to birdsong instead of sirens. Three weeks of
They were supposed to leave for Montana the next morning. The car was packed. The cabin keys were in Vincent’s